This is a song about "Ringing my phone"

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Soon as i get home

Put my number in your phone

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Half your body laying on my chest

My phone rings and i wonder who you took next

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

All i got is my phone to practice my wicked sound

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

It feel just like i get lyrics off my phone

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

If that's case, then my phone gone drop me